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We passed some delectable time in this activity; something less than a day, but more than the twinkling of a single eye, I'm sure. We all knew how it would end; only the order was not part of the rubric. In this case, Jess began her familiar cursing, somehow getting a few sacrilegious Russian phrases in as she clamped around her handle. George was the next to go, and I had the pleasure of his consolation and his effusion all to myself. I watched as his alabaster latte sprayed over my breasts. I would share the clean up with my beloved sister.
Then my own paroxysms caught me, and carried me away.
The game plan was for us to go to a costume party. I told you the Big Easy never gets dull. It happened that Betto Almeida, the famous Brazilian body painter, was visiting, so we were eager to be costumed in paint, and only paint.
I chose a peacock feather mask all in Mardi Gras colors (green, purple, and gold). It sticks out about a foot to either side, and I'm almost 6' tall with it on. It's really cool! Jess got one like it, only hers looks like flowers, in the same colors. Mine is mostly purple, hers is mostly green.
Mr. Almeida started by discussing my pussy. Why do I always have to have these conversations?
"Must be shavad. Can not put de paint on hair."
"Silky, you've gotta groom your grotto," Jessie smiled like she had won a prize. She loves to make me barber my bush!
"I don't see why I can't have a little hair mixed in. Why do I always have to be the one to give in? Someday you're going to have to let yours grow out for like a month!" I wrapped my arms across my chest and beetled my brows. "Damn, it's just not fair."
"Silk, if you dyed it, it wouldn't be red anymore. What's the point if any girl could have one just like yours?" Jessie can read me like a book. I caved, and shaved.
So we began the dressing. First an assistant used an airbrush all over. My first color was green. The airbrush was cold going on. Funny on your arms, exciting on your nipples, downright weird on your nether regions! They spray up to your collarbone. Then he came back with a gold spray and did me in a variegated pattern. Pretty soon I looked like a harlequin.
Then the strange part, as the master used an artist's brush (duh!) and painted feathers all over me in shades of purple. The sensation of a tiny wet spot stroking a half-inch at a time all across your breasts and down your abdomen differs from anything else I've felt. When he got to placing down in the place where I should have had pubic hair, I became very embarrassed and very wet. He must be used to this, as he ignored it.
He decorated my thighs with images of sweeping plumage, with every tiny fiber drawn in. I thought I would come in his face! Holding still has never been harder! And of course I had to stand with my legs apart for an hour to make sure it was all dry. The paint got dry faster than I did.
Then he started on my face. It was like having George 'draw' on me with his finger-tip. Oh, God, erotic! The base paint is pretty much make-up, but then the little tear-drops and parallelograms under my lips and cheeks. Wet all over again, and afraid it would make my paint run! The ultimate step was spraying me (eyes closed) with quick drying glue, and then with glitter, especially my eyelids and lashes. I sparkled!
Finally, finally he finished, and then I did my hair and put on my mask. The paint matched exactly, and even I couldn't tell the place where the mask ended and the paint began. I transformed into a magnificent multi-chromatic fowl in a woman's form, with a tightly feathered crotch and boobs, and a spread of wings elsewhere.
Since there was one artist and two of us, I had to stand around wasting time and not getting messed up while he created a garden with Jessica as his canvas. In spite of it all, I was impressed; sis's display was almost as cool as mine. We looked pretty damn good!
Walking with a big head dress on requires balance; one of the only places where being shorter than J is an advantage.